Bob Stephens looked at the man standing across the counter from him in slack-jawed amazement and, for the third time, asked if he would repeat himself.
The man said, "For the last time, I said I want to return this and I want my money back."
Bob looked at the man and at the 12 year old girl standing next to him. The guy was, to put it charitably, portly, balding and in his mid-60's and the girl was a mousy blond, a boyish figure and might weigh in at 70 pounds if she were soaking wet. Bob wondered to himself, of all the Forever 12 stores out there, why did this guy have to choose his and why did he have to come in 5 minutes before closing? Bob sighed and said, "I'm sorry, but all Forever 12 Gold Line custom products are not returnable and no refunds are provided once the product has been worn."
"I don't care what your 'policy' is; it's only been 48 hours since I activated it. I'm not happy with it, and I want my money back," replied the man, "and if I don't get my money back you'll be hearing from my lawyer."
This guy was rapidly approaching number one on Bob's list of all-time great idiots. How could you not want a Forever 12 custom job? Most guys wouldn't be able to get out of bed 48 hours after using that small gold chain, much less think about returning it. It was time to try a different tactic.
"As I was saying, it is company policy not to accept returns or provide refunds however, I would be glad to provide one or two optional extras if you think that would enhance your experience."
"I don't want an additional option or two, I want a refund," the man said, "the product is defective, it didn't meet my primary specifications. I've seen the list of available options and I doubt any number of optional extras will overcome that fact."
Ah, thought Bob, there's the problem; it's the raw material, not the product. He thought back to the lecture he attended during a company annual meeting a few years back; how did that lab guy put it? Something about the technology only being able to do so much with the mind and body. It was kind of like hypnosis: when the mind and body were in firm, rigid agreement about something, the technology couldn't change it. The lab guy even mentioned that gender was one of those things the tech had problems with. If the mind knew it was supposed to be a specific gender and the body agreed, then there was nothing the technology could do about it outside of slightly altering outer appearances. For example, it could only create a somewhat more masculine physique if the mind and the body were absolutely sure that they were female.
Taking another look at the girl standing before him, Bob gave himself a mental dope slap. Her appearance should have made the problem immediately obvious, but then again, the shock of being asked for a refund had thrown him for a loop. No one had ever asked for a refund. This guy must have dragged the product to the nearest Forever 12 store within minutes of seeing its "obvious" failure. No wonder the girl was standing there acting like a poorly-done zombie; the product's restart cycle had been interrupted. Bob knew what had to be done, after all he had attended countless mandatory company meetings where they had covered this eventuality, but he'd never heard of a store owner actually implementing the procedure. Well, he thought, there had to be a first. Why did it have to be him?
Bob sighed and said, "I will have to call the corporate office for confirmation, but I should be able to have a refund check to you in about 30 minutes. Would you mind waiting in my office while l close the store and contact my superiors?"
The man practically jumped with joy. "That's fine with me; anything to rid me of your defective product."
Bob lead the pair to the back of the store and showed them into his office. He asked if either wanted coffee, water, or a soda. After seeing to their comfort, he excused himself, closing the door behind him. He walked to the front of the store and ushered the late shift sales staff out the door. He then locked the doors, turned and walked down the hall to the store's storeroom and its white phone. He turned off the lights in the front of the store before picking up the phone's receiver and hitting speed dial. He let the phone on the other end ring twice before hanging up. He then unlocked a file cabinet drawer, took out the tablet computer that lay within, and after shutting and locking the cabinet, he returned to his office.
Bob brought up a form on the tablet and, handing the tablet and a stylus to the man, said, "If you'll just sign on the line at the bottom of the page, I'll get the return process started."
The man practically tore the tablet and stylus from Bob's hands and without a glance at the text of the document, touched the stylus to the tablet. The tablet emitted a brief burst of multi-colored light and Bob watched as the man's head slump down onto his chest. Bob took the tablet from the man, told the girl to stand and follow, then walked out of his office, leading the girl back to the store room and through a door marked "utility closet".
Bob knew in theory what would happen next, but preferred not to see how closely theory coincided with reality. According to the training programs, his call would alert the corporate customer services team to the presence of an unsatisfied customer. The tablet would replace about 45 minutes of the customer's short term memory (with what, the training never said) and would cause the customer to wait where he was in a trance-like state until collected by a customer service representative. The training never said how customer service would handle things from there, but there were rumors, very scary rumors. But it was out of Bob's hands now; his only problem was the girl. Again, those training programs had made it perfectly clear: Corporate would deal with the customer, the money issues, and any other connections to the store, but store owners had to deal with the product. Again, no specifics were given as to what might happen if a store owner failed to do so but, if the rumors were even 10% true, Bob had no wish to find out.
A press, a twist, and a push in the right spot was all it took to cause the back wall of the closet to swing open, revealing an almost sterile room dominated by a large, white padded chair that resembled a steam punk dentist's chair and a small bank of computer equipment. But it was the faint smell of ozone and the hum of massed cooling fans that always impressed Bob, for this was the smell of power, of money, of creation. Bob herded the girl over to the chair, lifted her on to it, and told her to sleep. He turned to a battered, nondescript computer terminal sitting on a battered desk stuffed in a back corner of the room. Opening one of the desk's drawers, he pulled out three small charm bracelets, laid one on top of a small black induction pad and placed the other the other two on the desk's top. Then, turning to the keyboard, he began to create.
Nikki awoke slowly, her nude body warmed by the morning sun's light. She stretched, luxuriating in the feel of the bed's satin sheets, in the security of having a room of her own, and being an official part of a family again after years of shuttling between foster homes. It brought a feeling of indescribable joy. Her only problem was that she had developed a huge crush on Bob, her new father. It had gotten to the point where he had become the focal point of her dreams, her very erotic dreams, dreams that had her waking with her pussy dripping and an overwhelming desire to cum; a desire that her nimble fingers quickly satisfied. What she wanted was to make, no make that yearned for, those dreams come true.
She turned her head and smiled as she saw her sister, Carol, lying next to her, still asleep. She had been worried that neither of her new sisters would accept her and had been happy when the three of them quickly became friends. Nikki had been a little jealous of how close the sisters were and was a little intimidated by their beauty. While her own small, tight, hard body was perfect for the gymnast she longed to be, she had been in awe of the pure sensual femaleness of Carol and Amy's bodies. Nikki was not sure why Carol had made those first tentative overtures, but she was thankful for them and in just a few days they had become lovers. Nikki rolled onto her side and began to gently trace the contours of Carol's breast, enjoying the feel of that soft, smooth warm skin under her fingertips and watching as the sunlight sparkled off the gold charm bracelet that graced her wrist. The bracelet was her welcome-to-the-family gift from Bob, and her most cherished possession.
A small, quiet moan came from Carol's lips and Nikki let her fingers wander further down Carol's body, gentle whispers of sensation that left goosebumps in their wake. Nikki watched as Carol's eyes opened and marveled at the love she saw within them. Nikki moved to kiss Carol, caressing Carol's lips with her tongue, little tentative touches that invited but did not demand, that welcomed a response, a welcome that Carol did not ignore. Gentle caresses and sweet small kisses gradually built into more; fingers soon were tracing the contours of inner thighs, finding their way into hot, wet cunts. Lips and tongues sought out breasts, nipples, and eventually found their way to rigid, waiting clits. Moans of pleasure vibrated in young throats as the two girls reached that glorious release within moments of each other. As they lay together in the after-glow of their orgasms, Nikki began to talk to Carol about her dreams.
Bob sat in his living room watching his daughters, enjoying the sound of their playful banter, the delightful way three young, animated girls moved and interacted. He watched the delightful interplay of gold on tanned skin as three charm bracelets danced on three delicate wrists and three gold chains graced three beautiful necks. It had been a year since Nikki's adoption and the family had gathered to celebrate Nikki's "birthday." Nikki had been a wonderful addition to his family and, over the last year, had blossomed into a delightful young girl and a talented young gymnast. In spite of the real circumstances of Nikki's "adoption," Bob was quite pleased with those decisions he'd made that remarkable day.
The three were showing a level of excitement and energy that was not completely warranted by this celebration alone and Bob could only conclude that the three were planning something more than just the evening's scheduled pizza, cake, and a movie. He got up and, with a sense of guarded anticipation, herded his girls out to the car and off to the restaurant.
It was late when they returned home and Bob sent three very tired girls off to bed. He poured himself a Scotch and listened to the comforting, relaxing sounds of his girls retiring for the night. He stopped at each girl's bedroom and took a moment to watch them as they slept, to appreciate their individual beauty. He chuckled quietly at the sight of Nikki's nude body, her sheets in disarray having been tossed aside as if in response to lover's demands. She made delightful little moans as he kissed her forehead. He watched as Carol quietly mumbled in her sleep. Carol was absolutely still as she slept, her sheets and blankets dropped over her body, flowing over the curves of her body with only hints of the white silk baby doll she wore showing above the covers. He observed that it was quite obvious how Amy had gotten herself to sleep, the man's dress shirt she had worn to bed had been pulled up to just below her breasts and a vibrator, still glistening with her fluids, lay just beyond the fingertips of her right hand. Bob paused long enough to move the vibrator to her night stand before gently pulling the shirt down and drawing the sheets over her.
It was just before dawn when Bob awoke to a weight entering his bed accompanied by the scent and heat of an aroused female. He rolled toward the girl and with a kiss welcomed her into his bed.
It had taken Nikki a couple of months to believe what Carol had told her that sunny morning, the fact that Amy confirmed Carol's tale but true belief came only after she followed Amy one evening and watched Amy enter Bob's bedroom. Amy had agreed to leave the door ajar and Nikki watched as Amy slipped into bed with her father. She watched as Amy and Bob kissed and caressed, as Amy took her father's hard cock into her mouth, kissing it, licking it, engulfing it until Bob arched his back and gasped while Amy looked like she was swallowing something, a great deal of something, swallowing such obvious delight. Nikki gazed on as her fluids began to drip from her hot cunt. Bob brought his mouth down to Amy's pussy and began to lap at the crystal clear drops of liquid that had gathered there and within minutes Amy gave voice to her ecstasy.
Bob continued his ministration until his cock became hard again, bringing Amy to several orgasms before moving up her body to plunge his cock into Amy's now dripping cunt. As Nikki watch Bob and Amy fuck, watch his powerful thrusts, watched Amy wrap her legs around him to pull him deeper, Nikki dropped to her knees, fucking herself with her right hand - moving it in time with each of Bob's thrusts. As she neared her own orgasm, she realized that she did not just want to make love to Bob, she wanted to submit to him, to be owned by him, to be dominated by him. She was shocked by the intensity of her reaction; this was not mere erotic fantasy, this was a primal, instinctive response, an instinctive reaction to the presence of a strong, rutting male. It was almost as if she was programmed to desire him, to have his cock deep in her cunt, her mouth, her ass - to leave herself completely to his mercy, to accept both the pain and pleasure he would dole out until those sensations completely obliterated all other thought and brought about an all consuming release.
Yet, it had taken almost 6 months for Nikki to build up enough courage to ask Carol and Amy to help her get into Bob's bed. Nikki was surprised by their suggestion that she simply pick a night and slip into his bed; they merely wanted to know when so that they didn't interrupt the two of them. Nikki wasn't certain if it was courage or simple erotic need that finally drove her to tell her sisters of her plan to sleep with Bob on the night of her "birthday" party, but she did talk to them and found herself warmly welcomed into this new aspect of family life. It was a welcome that led her to being brought to one orgasm after another as both sisters made it their mission to express their support of her decision by fucking her into unconsciousness.
Nikki spent her "birthday" brimming with nervous energy and being constantly horny. By the time the family left for their evening out, she had changed her panties so many times that she was forced to go commando and desperately hoped that Bob didn't notice the wet spots she left behind every time she stood up. Given the sly looks her sisters gave her, she knew that they had seen and she was prepared to be teased about it for days to come. By the time they returned home, she found that her nervousness had left her so tired that she fell asleep as soon as her body hit her bed.
A pressing need to pee woke Nikki just before dawn. After relieving herself, she gathered what courage she had and walked into Bob's bedroom and, as she climbed between the sheets, she found herself in his arms, his lips meeting hers, and his cock quickly becoming erect. She wanted to tell him that she wished to be his slave, that her body was his to do with what he wished, that he could tie her to the bed and sate himself with her mouth, her pussy, and her ass. Yet the only words that left her mouth were "Oh Daddy," as he pinned her body to the bed and entered her in a single hard, abrupt thrust. She welcomed the pain and pleasure of his entry and gave herself over to the orgasm that followed, ecstatic that she was finally fully a part of this wonderful family.